Bind the sick man to heaven, for from the earth he is being torn away! Of the brave man, who was so strong, his strength has departed. The righteous servant's strength does not return. In his bodily frame he lies dangerously ill. But ISHTAR, who in her dwelling is grieved concerning him Descends from her mountain, unvisited of men. To the door of the sick man she comes. The sick man listens ! Who is there? Who comes? It is ISHTAR. daughter of the Moon-god SIN : It is the god (....) son of BEL ; It is MARDUK, son of the god ( ). They approach the sick man. (The next line. 14, is nearly destroyed.) They bring a khisibta from the heavenly treasury. They bring a sisbu from their lofty storehouse. Into the righteous khisibta they pour bright liquor. That righteous man, may he now rise on high ! May he shine like that khisibta! May he be bright as that sisbu! Like pure silver may his garment be shining white ! Like brass may he be radiant ! To the SUN, the greatest of the gods, may he ascend ! And may the SUN, greatest of the gods, receive his soul into his holy hands !"
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
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